Rof. I could find in my heart to difgrace my man's apparel, and cry like a woman; but I must comfort the weaker veffel, as doublet and hofe ought to thow itself 'courageous to petticoat; therefore, courage, good Aliena. Cel. I pray you, bear with me, I cannot go no further. Clo. For my part, I had rather bear with you, than bear you; yet I fhould bear no crofs, if I did bear you; for, I think, you have no money in your purfe. Rof. Well, this is the foreft of Arden. Clo. Ay; now I am in Arden, the more fool I; when I was at home, I was in a better place; but travellers must be content. Rof. Ay, be fo, good Touchstone: look you, who comes here; a young man and an old in folemn talk. Enter Corin and Silvius. Cor. That is the way to make her scorn you flill. Cor. Into a thoufand that I have forgotten. Or if thou haft not fate as I do now, Or if thou haft not broke from company, the contrary difpofition. Mr. Warburton and I, both, concurr'd in cone jecturing it fhould be, as I have reform'd it in the text; weary are my Spirits ? Thou haft not lov'd.. O Phebe, Phebe, Phebe! [Exit Sil. Ro Alas, poor shepherd! fearching of thy wound, [ have by hard adventure found my own. Clo. And I mine; 1 remember, when I was in love, I broke my fword upon a ftone, and bid him take that for coming a-nights to Jane Smile; the and I remember kiffing of her batlet, and the cow's dugs that her pretty chopt hands had milk'd.; and I remember the wooing of a peafcod instead of her, from whom I took two cods, and giving her them again, faid with weeping tears, wear thefe for my fake. We, that are true lovers, run into ftrange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, fo is all nature in love mortal in folly. Rof. Thou fpeak't wifer, than thou art ware of. Clo. Nay, I fhall ne'er be ware of mine own wit, 'till I break my thins against it. my Rof. Jove! Jove! this fhepherd's paffion is much upon fashion. Cla. And mine, but it grows fomething fale with me. .Gel. I pray you, one of you question yond man, If he for gold will give us any food; I faint almoft to death. Clo. Hölla you, Clown'! Rof. Peace, fool; he's not thy kinsman. Clo. Your betters, Sir. Cor. Elfe they are very wretched. Rof. Peace, I fay; good even to you, friend. And faint for fuccour. Cor. Far sir, I pity her, And with, for her fake more than for mine own, But I am fhepherd to another man, graze; My My mafter is of churlish difpofition, Befides, his coate, his flocks, and bounds of feed Are That you w Rof. I pray thee, if it ftand with honesty, ر Buy I like this place, and willingly could waste Cor. Affuredly the thing is to be fold; And buy it with your gold right fuddenly. い!よ [Exeunt SCENE changes to a defart Part of the Foreft. Enter Amiens, Jaques, and others. SON G. Under the green-wood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note, Unto the fweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here fhall he fee No enemy, But winter and rough weather. faq. More, more, I pr'ythee, more. N3 Ami. It will make you melancholy, Monfieur Jaques. faq. I thank it; more, I pr'ythee, more; I can fuck melancholy out of a fong, as a weazle fucks eggs: more, I pr'ythee, more. Ami. My voice is rugged; I know, I cannot please you. Jaq. I do not defire you to please me, I do defire you to fing; come, come, another ftanzo; call you 'em stanzo's? Ami. What you will, Monfieur Jaques. Jaq. Nay, I care not for their names, they owe me nothing.Will you fing? Ami. More at your request, than to please myfelf. Jaq. Well then, if ever I thank any man, I'll thank you; but that, they call compliments, is like the encounter of two dog-apes. And when a man thanks me heartily, methinks, I have given him a penny, and he renders me. the beggarly thanks. Come, fing; and you that will not, hold your tongues. Ami. Well, I'll end the fong, Sirs, cover the while; the Duke will dine under this tree; he hath been all this. day to look you. Jaq. And I have been all this day to avoid him. He is too difputable for my company: I think of as many matters as he, but I give heav'n thanks, and make no boaft of them. Come, warble, come. 1. SONG, Who doth ambition shun, And loves to lie i'th' fun, Seeking the food he eats, And pleas'd with what he gets; Come hither, come hither, come hither Here fhall he fee No enemy, But winter and rough weather. Faq I'll give you a verfe to this note, that I made. yellerday in defpight of my invention, Ami. And I'll fing it. Juq. Thus it goes, If it do come to pass, Grofs fools as he, And if he will come to me, Ami What's that ducdame? Jaq. 'Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a circle. I'll go fleep if I can; if I cannot, I'll rail against all the firft-born of Egypt: Ami. And I'll go feek the Duke: his banquet is prepar'd. [Exeunt, feverally.. Enter Orlando and Adam. Adam. Dear mafter, I can go no further; O, I die for food! here lie I down, and meafure out my grave. Farewel, kind master. Orla. Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart in thee? live a little; comfort a little; cheer thyfelf a little. If this uncouth foreft yield any thing favage, I will either be food for it, or bring it for food to thee: thy conceit is nearer death, than thy powers. For my fake be comfortable, hold death a while at the arm's end: I will be here with thee prefently, and if I bring thee not fomething to eat, I'll give thee leave to die. But if thou dieft before I come, thou art a mocker of my labour.. Well faid, thou look'ft cheerly. And I'll be with thee quickly; yet thou lieft in the bleak air. Come, I will bear thee to fome shelter, and thou shalt not die for lack of a dinner, if there live any thing in this defart. Cheerly, good Adam. [Exeunt. Enter Duke Sen. and Lords. [A table fet out. Duke Sen. I think, he is transform'd into a beast, For I can no where find him like a man. 1 Lord. My Lord, he is but even now gone hence; N4 Here |